Kashmir (1994)

The sun kissed the snow
And made the ice glow
As I skated away
On the thin ice of a new day

The smell of sweet saffron filled the air
As the cool wind ruffled my hair
I skated through the pine trees, so tall
Across the valley, I heard the echoes call

I felt so peaceful, I felt so nice
I felt I was in paradise
Paradise it was, this lovely highland
A picture painted with God’s own hand

And then I heard the bullets bang
The devil had dug in her venomous fang
The bullets punched holes in hell
And down from the skies, the rain of death fell.

This was no heaven, this was no Nazareth
This was no Neverland, this was the valley of death

The skies bled and the snow turned red
As the pine trees and I, fell down cold and dead

Will the wind of life blow over the valley, ever again?
Will God ever come down and undo the blood stain?